Luyện nghe bài hát Georgie

As I walked out London bridge
One misty early,
I overheard a fair maid
Was for her Geordie.

Ah, my Geordie be hanged in a golden chain,
'Tis not the of many
He was born of king's breed
And to a virtuous lady.

Go bridle me my milk steed,
Go me my pony,
I will to London court
To for the life of my Geordie.

Ah, my never stole nor cow nor calf,
He hurted any,
Stole sixteen of the king's deer,
And he them in Bohenny.

Two pretty have I born,
The third in my body,
I'd freely part them every one
If spare the life of Geordie.

The judge looked his left shoulder,
He said maid I'm sorry
He fair maid you must be gone
For I cannot Geordie.

Ah, my Geordie be hanged in a golden chain,
'Tis not the of many,
Stole sixteen of the king's deer
And he them in Bohenny.